APOLOGY TO GROUP

wear blue underwear and put a slit up the back of the jeans,"they will fit perfect,no one will even notice and that would be a good thing" Martha Stewart.

Bell bottoms (FLARED LEG JEANS, DAD, YOU'RE SUCH A FOSSIL), um, bell bottoms are only in for girls this go round, Charlie.

Or maybe it's 'cause I only look at young wimminz when we're out shopping and stuff. That's possible. Still, I think I'm right about this.

I'm happy to say I'm only 2" bigger than I was in college. I've come down

Dan Parrell notes:

It would be nice, but my waistline barely slowed up at 40".

Charlie Self

"Man is a reasoning rather than a reasonable animal." Alexander Hamilton

On Sat, 20 Dec 2003 16:03:17 -0330, "Dan Parrell" scribbled

Could be much worse, you could get hit in the nuts. Turn the wood around, you twit!

Sheesh, this is just like the guy who was tossing out half the nails when we were installing siding 'cause the heads were on the wrong end of the nail, without realising they were for the other side of the house.

Luigi Who should know better than to engage in repartee with a Newfoundlander after having lived in St.John's and losing every single battle of wits, but nevertheless cannot resist. Replace "no" with "yk" for real email address

Welcome to the Moron Bench, Dan. You have earned a distinguished place on it after smiting that mentally challenged end of an intestinal tract (tmJH) aka Homer. :-)

On Sun, 21 Dec 2003 12:22:41 GMT, Unisaw A100 scribbled

Works all year for me.

Luigi Replace "no" with "yk" for real email address

Wish I could've just *laughed* my ass off... I had to change the way I ate.

More than 4 years now doing without sugar, potatoes, and bread. Down from 330+ (don't know how much + because that's where the scale pegged) to 230; still losing slowly.

-- Howard ("I CAN SEE MY D***!!" -- the nutty professor)

-- Howard Lee Harkness Texas Certified Concealed Handgun Instructor

Me too. I'm trying something different. I eat exactly the same stuff I always have, but I stop eating as soon as I'm no longer hungry, instead of eating until I'm full.

It has really helped. I got a new belt last year, and I'm in the last notch it has now. The *tightest* notch I mean. I might have to punch some new holes, though the way things are looking after all these nuts and SWMBO's cookies....

... snip

... so, you were one of those kids I used to make fun of regarding inability to even complete dressing themselves, saying the education system was so bad, they couldn't even figure out how to make suspenders work.

Yeah, I'm not as old as Charlie, but not young enough to have thought dressing like hill folk was cool.

Actually, I need to apologize to hill folk, they knew what suspenders are for and how to properly use them. :-)

It was a stunner some years ago when the youngest wanted to borrow an old pair of suspenders to wear to school. Biggest stunner was seeing her go out of the house with one leg of the suspenders hanging loose.

But Mike is, what, 31? At 31, my waistline was the same as it was in college (didn't finish until I was 30, so that's cheating, but it was also the same as when I got out of Parris Island 12 years earlier). I didn't really have waistline problems until I quit smoking. Better the ever-growing belt than the rales.

Charlie Self

"Man is a reasoning rather than a reasonable animal." Alexander Hamilton

I know how you feel. I didn't change size after quitting smoking, or after quitting lifting, but when I wiped out my back it wasn't pretty. Oh well, she loves me anyway. %-) Dave in Fairfax

Dave responds:

Forgot to mention the knee surgeries, 2 of which have come since I decided I didn't want to be the Marlboro Man.

Kind of takes the pleasure out of a lot of activities. Walking is difficult...I blew it out using a Stair Master anyway (on top of old damage from off-road-motorcycling).

Charlie Self

"Man is a reasoning rather than a reasonable animal." Alexander Hamilton

Odd you should mention that. I was unhappy over what I figured was a stretched MCL in my right knee right up till this last blow out in my back, now I don't even notice it. It does take the fun out of things. I was big on biking and whitewater, along with hunting and fishing, but they're more pain than they're worth at the moment. I sure hope that changes. I've got a pace for Bass and cats that I want to show Rik. Dave in Fairfax

That was my day in the sun, bayyyybe. I dressed as mentioned. Everybody was like "wow, who are you?" I even had a girl hanging on my arm for half the day.

Then everbody realized that even though I had convinced Mom to buy me some fashionable threads, I was still very much a dork. The spell was broken with a poof, and the clothes never worked again.

I guess if I had played that different, it could have been my big moment of transformation. Like in all those movies where the dork hangs out with the cool guy, then comes to school in new clothes, then a few minutes later he's banging the lead cheerleader's head into the wall while her Daddy is out bowling. :)

(Funny how as a father with one son and one daughter, I can relate to one side of this scene, and the other half of the scene throws me into a muderous rage...)